Saturday, January 14, 2017

Where did the day go?

I planned on a
lazy day today, but I had no idea I would be as lazy as I have been. I decided
I wouldn’t try to write—might not till after the surgery—but I would read. I
have a new Cleo Coyle coffeehouse mystery, and I want to get beyond page 1. But
I frittered away the morning on Facebook and emails—plus a brief trip back to
bed to ease my aching hip, The afternoon went the same way, and here it is
almost nine o’clock. I haven’t read at all, and my bed is calling me.

Some nice things
happened today. Christian fixed an Asian dinner tonight—cashew chicken with
rice. Really good but a tad too much Siracha sauce for me. They brought dinner
out to the cottage, and we all ate together. I don’t see much of Christian
during the week when he’s busy with work, so it was a treat to have him here
for dinner. Jacob has taken to coming to see me at least once a day but he
usually doesn’t stay long, so it was nice to have him eat his dinner and take
part in the conversation.

During dinner, I
got an email from an old friend—I mean old; she was a couple of years ahead of
me in high school and her sister was one of my best friends. She had read the
newsletter I sent out a few days ago and was responding to the good news of my
recovery which has begun even before surgery. I’ve had really good and satisfying
response to that newsletter, and I am flattered and grateful. If you don’t get
it and would like to, please email me at j.alter@tu.edu.

Sue and Teddy came
by about 5:30, bringing with them their happy enthusiasm for each other and for
life. We talked about dogs and kids and neighbors and a bit about politics. It’s
uplifting to visit with them—happiness is contagious. People who find each
other in mid-life deserve special joy.

Earlier in the day
Cyndy Twedell, a minister from my church, came by to deliver my prayer shawl.
My neighbor’s mother, now deceased, knit it several years ago, and I nearly
wore it out wrapping it around me as I sat at my desk and occasionally rolling
my chair over it. I thought with regret that I’d just have to discard it when
it fell completely apart but it occurred to me to call Cyndy and ask if the
prayer shawl group could repair it. They could, and she returned it knowing I’d
need it at the hospital. She told me it been infused with renewed prayers.
Cyndy stayed for a cup of tea and conversation, and we had a good visit talking
about church, some of the people we’ve lost touch with, different choices in
worship, and, yes, a bit of politics—the upcoming women’s marches. As she left,
Cyndy offered a kind prayer, one that I appreciated.

To there you have
my lazy day. Excuse me now—I’m going to read Dead Cold Brew.